Together again for the first time, every time,
he brushed her cheek, she caressed his side,
two souls seeing everything ahead in each other’s eyes,
the deepening cold now reviving, enlivening,
their secret smile to see how long they might hold their breath,
stop time and stay forever in this perfect moment.
They gasped at last together, laughed quietly at the impossibility of it.
And by this time it was nearly midnight,
and their breath streamed chuffs of pale steam,
and light through the rose window touched dark corners,
and exhaustion seeped in and blanketed them down,
easing the two to rest at the sickle hour.